Thursday, August 24, 2006
stolen
you watch the season pull up its own stakes, and catch the last weekend of the last week. before the gold and the glamour have been replaced. another sun soaked season fades away.
invitation only grants farewells. crush the best one, of the best ones. its too early to say goodnight.
and from the bar room floor we are a celebration. one good stretch before our hibernation, our dreams assured and we are, we'll sleep well.
you are the best one of the best ones. we all look like we feel.
you have stolen my heart.
yours truly
